Cement, Tar, and Concrete

 There goes a gitchy one; as she passes on by. They think to spray her with semen. As seven seamen run and hide. The cement, tar, concrete rose. Is not as ashy or pure black;

as one would think. She had a glimmer in her eyes. She would cast these men to stone.

Just by what she would hide in between her thighs. And much to their surprise...

It's bigger than most of them. And that's why they would cry. Or die to touch her.

Or feel her way deep inside.

The cement, tar, concrete rose didn't want to play with these guys. She want to be treated like the girl, she felt she was inside.

She didn't want to be regarded as gray or tar.

And to be honest she was as far from that as anyone. And only wanted to see the stars from her window at night. Where she prayed every day she, and her family would stay alive.

She would cook food for her family. And buy groceries with the little money she would make from her job. She learned she had to earn a living than pimped by numbskulls by the side. And all she ever wanted is to see the stars at night. By her gal by her side.